Melalcoolic

Everything is pale under a bright blue sky. The wind is blowing in my face, but i can't feel his chilling touch. The music is singing in my ears, but i can't hear a note. I don't even feel the taste of cigarettes anymore.
Just like a corpse I struggle to find my own place in this giant turd called Earth.

Yet again darkness falls.


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